“I’ve been walking around, getting sweaty, all day,” I say, but that doesn’t stop him. He leans in and kisses his way up my thigh to my panties, where he sucks in a breath before he kisses me over them.
“You smell fucking delicious,” he responds, then smirks and pulls them to the side. I open my legs wider out of pure pleasure, and not with proper thought. He takes one lick, and that’s it. My hands go to his hair and my body sinks farther into the seat as I slide my bottom toward him a little more so he can continue to feast on me.
Lucas chuckles, and I feel the vibrations through my clit, which he is paying special attention to, before he inserts a finger. My hands pull at his hair while he nips at my pussy. I yelp in surprise, but he doesn’t stop.
Just as I’m about to come, I pull his head away and push him down onto the floor. He looks up at me in surprise as I climb on top and push him back. A smirk spreads across his face as I unzip his pants, reach for his cock and pull it out, then slide down on it, my head lolling back as it hits me in the perfect spot.
“Sir.” I stop suddenly at the steward’s voice, but Lucas slaps my ass.
“Fuck off,” he snarls at the man, and I hear footsteps retreating before his focus returns to me. “Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls.
So I don’t.
I move my hips again, rocking them back and forth, my clit getting stimulation with each movement. I moan at the pleasure. Pleasure I have never had until him.
Lucas’ hand slides up my top to my breast, and he pinches my nipple before his other hand reaches behind my neck and pulls me down. I go, still rocking, my tits now free and in his face. He licks them both, circling them with his tongue, before he takes one in his mouth.
It doesn’t take me long to reach the edge. And as soon as I feel it, his hands move to my hips, and he rocks me through it. He keeps on fucking me, even when I no longer have a lick of energy left until he comes.
Why does it still feel so good?
“Say it,” he whispers into my ear.
“Daddy,” I say quietly, fully lying on his chest now, not moving. He’s still wearing his shirt, and I’m sure my sweat and makeup are more than likely going to leave a mark on the black fabric, but I don’t care.
“I don’t plan to kill you…” he pauses, “… yet.”
His words shock me.
So much so, that I scramble up and off him while he lies there, cock out with not a care in the world.
I pull my skirt down and go to the bathroom to clean myself up as much as possible.
I’ve been in here a while, not wanting to go back out and face him. Not wanting to be with a man who can say things I don’t want to hear. Not wanting to be on this plane, or in this fucked-up whatever the fuck it is relationship I am having with this man. It’s time for me to reassess where my head is at and get my life together.
“Chanel.” His voice comes from the other side of the door. “We’re landing and you need to come out and buckle up.”
Then he’s gone.
Cold Lucas is back.
Why did I fuck him again?
Even after I told myself I wouldn’t?
Stupid fucking me.
The car ride was, well, more than a little awkward.
After the best day, he ruined it.
As soon as the car comes to a stop, Lucas locks the door, but I quickly unlock it, get out, and rush to the house. Sailor and Piper spot me when I enter, and they both smile, but their smiles drop when I get closer.
“I want to go home, if that’s okay with you?”
“What have you done?” Piper questions Lucas as he enters the room and comes over to me.
“Chanel.”
I ignore him and look at Sailor, waiting for her answer. She gives a slight nod, and Piper stands. “I’ll drive you.”
“Drive you where?” Lucas asks.
I turn to face him, and words go to leave my mouth, but I shut them away and walk past him. I have no energy left. I have no time for this shit. This is what you call the start of a toxic relationship, even if it has mind-blowing sex.
Toxic relationships aren’t for everyone, and they sure as shit are not for me. I saw my mother go through that with our father, and it ended up killing them both.
“I won’t be long.” I walk past Lucas and into my room, feeling him follow me every step of the way.
He finally speaks when I start packing things into my old bag. “I wasn’t meant to collect you.” His words make me pause. What does that even mean? “You were his to begin with.”